The elementary me...

Think I'm getting addicted to Paintbrush...a momentary surrender to vanity.. :-)

Next one..

Yet another painting..This one is a representation of a painting which I had seen on the cover of a twenty year-old Readers' Digest Magazine.. Don't know what the title is..

Two at the same time..

Gave in to the amateur painter in me.. A work in paintbrush on a lazy day in office...

The one burning in the pyre and in floating drowned in the stream are the same.. How it is possible? It's a koan in paint..so..

The night closes in..

Lights go off here and there
Chopin stops playing.
No more flourishes.
T'is quiet.
The table catches my eye.
An orange peel, a burnt candle,
Loose change and Eliot's Wasteland,
A fallen beetle wanders over the folds
Of the table cloth, trying to soar
But falls down and lies still.
The candle lies still, the peel lies still,
The change is frozen still, the images.
The room is still.
The steely light bears down in the silence.
As the organ takes in its last whiff of air
Waves come in and all creation starts swimming..vanishing
The shutters slowly come down without choice,
T'is still again;
Still.

Happy Birthday!!

Tomorrow, I take one symbolic step closer to Death..

The gift

The only gift that true love can give is tears-simple, pure and pristine.
Stop them not. Let them flow incessantly.
They will take you to the ocean of oneness; where no dualities exist.
There is only suchness, stillness, fullness...
Peace, unadulterable peace!!